“So why didn’t you tell me?” “Tell you what?” “Don’t start, Jace. You know what.” JC smiled a little and pretended to find something infinitely interesting about his fingers to cast his gaze down to. He lay relaxed on his back in bed in the new hotel they’d relocated to for maximum privacy in their quest for some prime time alone together now that Challenge Weekend had finally wound down. This was their time. For each other. Stretched out next to him, Justin rested on his stomach with his broad upper body propped on his elbows. And he smiled a little more with the pleasant, palpable vibe of Justin’s warm eyes wandering over him, absorbing him in. “Hey. Dinner with Mama Lynn and the family was a blast tonight, Ju.” “Yeah. It was. And there goes you, changing the subject again.” “Everybody even behaved nicely, for the most part,” JC went on, whispering, teasing. His entwined fingers fidgeted elegantly in mid-air above his chest. Justin sighed and smiled as he reached down to touch one of the soft dark curls that spilled onto JC’s pillow. “Everybody but *you*, sweetness. You were mucho bad.” JC’s eyes shot up at Justin and glimmered in the flickering glow of bedside votive candles. “What? I was good!” “Um huh. Good at pinching and grabbing my dick under the table. That was SO not nice,” Justin laughed, feather-like. JC grinned. “Ah, now you’re so wrong, man. I am unjustly accused. That wasn’t pinching and grabbing. It was fondling and caressing. And your dick wasn’t whining and bitching about it one bit.” “Yeah, well, it never does. You and your magic touch.” JC watched him for a moment, reflecting on the evening. “Your boy Ayala seemed sorta bummed. Or maybe just drunk off his ass.” Justin’s gentle fingertips moved up to slide over the exquisite sculpture of JC’s left cheek. “He’s tripping over that chick he was partying with all weekend. She just kinda vamoosed outta here. Left him.” “The TV actress?” “Yeah. Ever since you passed your sloppy seconds Tara-I-Can’t-Read off on him, he’s got a taste for the show-biz types,” Justin laughed softly. “But he’ll be okay. You can’t get Trace down long.” Long and lanky on the bed, JC smirked and crossed one foot over the other. “Wait. Hold on a sec, Mr. Smartass. MY sloppy seconds? Um, NOT. I never did her, and Ayala is welcome to the piece. I’m sure as hell he didn’t have any trouble hitting it……….And, um, don’t *you* have a thang for the show-biz type-ladies too, my love? Hmm? I seem to recall you’ve been seen sporting a few on our arm lately, including *quite* recently.” Justin snickered again and shifted the slender length of his body over so that his warmth melded with JC’s. “Ass. So now answer the original question numero uno, baby. Since you circle-jerked us back around to it again.” JC glanced at him with a slow, sly smile. “And by ‘it,’ do you mean ‘her’?” “Yep. The very one. Why didn’t you rat her out for coming to your hotel and bugging? That was just wrong, baby.” In the shadows of the bedroom, JC wrinkled his face into a pouty scowl. “Man! MUST we talk about her now, Ju? Things were going so smooth.” “Just hit me with it, Jace, short and sweet. Then we’re done. Please? I’m just curious.” “You’re cute too,” JC winked at him with lightning-fast precision and blue-flame seduction. “And you’re trying to distract me again, sexy fuck. Stop that……….I just really wanna know why you didn’t bring it up at all, baby. I could’ve taken care of it while she was still around.” “I dunno. I guess ‘cause I figured the bitch had already told you herself. You know, to gloat or some crap like that.” Justin eased his middle finger in among waves of hair at JC’s temple and let one caressing tendril twirl around it. “Well, she didn’t. She knew I’d be pissed as hell.” Lifting his hand, JC brushed the back of his fingers along Justin’s prickly jaw. “Don’t be pissed, babe. It wasn’t a big thing. Lonnie thought it was funny as fuck when I slapped her coy, smug ass down a notch or two. She wasn’t expecting that from sweet little me. I doubt she’ll come sniffing around me again. It’s over. Who the fuck cares?” Justin leaned his face into the graceful touch from JC’s hand and giggled. “My catty, snarky boyfriend. How did you get so fucking fine?” “Nah, nah. You’re the one that’s fine. That’s why your A-list girlfriend’s sneaking around behind your fly ass and using her special secret Power Puff Girls skills of charm and wit to defeat her evil arch nemesis — me! See, babe? She just wanted to check out firsthand who’s getting the goods she’s deprived of.” “You so crazy, sweetness,” Justin whispered a laugh, nudging his hip and thigh closer to JC. Multiple shades of blue in JC’s eyes gave out sparkling affection. “Yeah, maybe so. But sometimes you gotta be when Justin Timberlake is your bloody-sexy other half. Know what I’m saying?” “Aww. Sometimes you’re so fucking sweet, Jace.” JC’s finely inset cheeks colored a light rosé in the flare of the candle. “Just for you……….Now is the Cam Chat over? Please, please, please?” “Totally, baby. I’m sorry she messed with ya. My fault.” JC pressed a fingertip to Justin’s full and shiny lips. “No, love. Not your fault. One of us has to fake the hetero hook-up. I can put up with a lot more shit than SHE dished out since you’re being such and angel and sacrificing so much for the relationship right now……….I love you, ya know. And she didn’t bother me. It’s cool.” Justin beamed down at him and placed one of his long arms on the other side of JC’s torso so that he could lean nearer, chest to chest. “Aww. I love you too, C. And when you show up with me in fucking Chicago Tuesday, she’ll get an little ‘unexpected visit’ of her own, won’t she? That’ll piss her off royally, don’t ya think?” JC raised a single ebony eyebrow at his companion, and a cagey little smile flirted around his plush, red lips. “And who says I’m making the trip?” Justin grinned and shoved forward quickly to kiss the pretty mouth with his own. “Me. Just now. Please go with me, baby. If only for a few days. I’m begging here.” JC frowned but slowly slid his fingers along the smooth column of Justin’s neck and down the front of his warm, tight chest, grazing over both nipples under the flimsy wife beater until each one came alive and bloomed for his fingertips. “Justin, I’ve got……….stuff……….to do. I’m working, babe.” “Sweetness, you can’t fucking be feeling me up like that while you’re turning me down. Just isn’t fair……….And what ‘stuff’ are you so busy working on? You’re SO ready for the Jive showcase, and Tom Green’s not ‘til next week……….C’mon. I want you with me……….I get so lonely without you.” “You big baby.” “Shut up.” Gently, erotically, JC eased his hand further down Justin’s hovering body, over the flat stomach to close around the warm bulge in his jeans. His silvery-blue gaze never left Justin’s eyes as he whispered, his voice like folds of steam and satin. “You’re such a *hard* bossy little bitch. You know that?” “Does the mean……….” Justin had to pause and exhale a soft groan as he turned on his side to get more of JC’s kneading palm on his crotch. “Does that mean……….you will?” “Will what, babe?” JC sighed and squeezed more forcefully on the swelling mound under his touch. No great surprise, Justin suddenly couldn’t remember pleading with JC to come to Chicago with him. His sole focus had become desperate groveling for more of this sweet, sensuous, stroking JC caress. “Will you……….Can we……….make love?” “I wasn’t sure you’d get the oh-so subtle hint, babe,” JC growled. “C’mere……….Let’s get lost.” JC grabbed for Justin, pulling him down to him, enfolding himself around the lithe, slim body possessively. And Justin willingly fell into him, letting himself be sucked into the powerful vortex of JC’s loving energy, wrapping around him with the heat of wanting he’d never felt for anybody else in his life. Still remembering JC’s sunburned backside, he rolled their conjoined bundle over so that JC was above him now, writhing and slithering hotly against the front of him like the syrupy liquid passion he knew JC to be, excessively more so in private than the public would ever know about. Neither would remember later the frantic shedding of their clothes in their fire-ball desperation to get at each other. And as he dug fingertips into JC’s biceps, Justin gasped into the cashmere steam of JC’s voracious but supple and tender mouth as it found and covered his. And then there was The Kiss……….the one that burns dimension into everything and explodes and diffuses on your tongue, melting and spreading, and then leaves its simmering trace in your throat, threatening to linger there for eternity — that first, brief moment of sensual rapture.
Justin could feel his heart thumping in his chest and in his cock too as he licked the delicious fading effects off his lips. And something abstract and transient in his head described the lush, unequaled sensation for him. *The flavor of blue……….JC.* They weren’t aware of it, but driving rain was viciously battering the dark hotel room’s windows outside. They were focused exclusively on each other and the conjoined ocean of flesh their nude bodies had become, both flowing into each other with warm undercurrents, and rolling together in building waves of lust that could no longer be denied. Wet, eager mouths, pining to kiss and lap every inch of sweet skin the other had exposed and given so freely. Insistent fingertips searching for delicate areas of heightened sensitivity the lips hadn’t yet reached. Moist palms gliding over slick, writhing muscles and groping for straining twin hardened lengths that throbbed and bulged between them. Two sets of impulsive hips grinding against each other, bringing unrestrained moans and sighs from places far inside. Surreal moments later, JC’s voice came out in quick, short breaths as he rocked against Justin’s pelvis and into hot, gripping tightness that was surrounding his cock and sucking him inward. And he planted his lips on the base of Justin’s throat, in that sweet hollow spot, again. “Ah……….damn……….you feel……….so fucking……….good.” Justin could only hold onto JC’s arms, his hips, and his ass and gasp out more guttural noises now at the flesh-searing feeling of being plunged into and filled up completely with each long, agonizingly fantastic thrust. He squeezed his eyes shut and pumped his own hardness quicker and more furiously. Unconsciously, his head dug into the downy cushion behind him, and the brilliance of millions of stars flashed and dazzled under his thin lids at the delicious force with which JC was driving into him over and over and hitting his trigger button with every deep lunge. Something like feverish little pockets of pleasure flamed and coursed through him like scattered wildfires, and he could feel JC’s warm breath on his cheek and the splatters of sweat as they dripped off JC onto his own chest. “J, baby……….Hold up……….Not too fast……….Make it last, love……….just a little longer.” “I’ll try, sweetness……….it’s just……….the best……….You’re always……….the fucking best.” Somehow, despite the throbbing urgency channeling between and through them, they managed to slow down the momentum of their joined bodies and relax together in this high state of arousal, drawing in each other’s steamy gasped breath, sliding flesh against flesh, gazing into each other’s intensely blue eyes. And, without words being necessary, they felt those close, hot, achingly keen moments shared together take them beyond mere orgasm to the ultimate beautifully harmonious union. As if their souls were being consumed with the serene exhilaration somewhere in the vast cosmos rather than their bodies right there in that bed. *I love you. For more than this. For all of it. For you. You’re everything I need.* *I love you too. More than I can usually tell you. But I can tell you now, fully. I do. Love you. Completely. And I promise to for as long as my heart’s pumping. Like it is now.* *I can feel it beating, next to mine.* *That’s where it beats best. It’s never the same beat away from you.* *Yes. I know. Mine is the same way.* *They need each other’s beat for the perfect rhythm.* *Yes. Exactly.* Then the swirling, soaring heat in both groins grew hotter and higher until neither could contain them any longer. The urgent flames leapt out of both of them within seconds of each other — JC’s being buried deep within Justin’s snug heat, and Justin’s being sprayed into the air thickly like a hot-springs fountain. “Holy fuck……….That blew my fucking mind,” JC panted hoarsely after he’d collapsed slickly onto Justin and nestled his face into the salty moisture of the bony shoulder. “That……….was the……….awesome-est yet,” Justin rasped through heavy, struggled breathing. After a few minutes of comfortable, exclusive silence, JC undocked himself from Justin’s body and slid down beside him on the sheets, throwing his arm tiredly over Justin’s midsection and nuzzling his neck. Justin instinctively wrapped an arm around him and pulled him closer. Thunder rumbled and rolled through the dead-of-night atmosphere behind the thick drapes. And a thin slit in the heavy material let in an occasional bright streaking flash of Mother Nature’s fury. The force of it all crashed and vibrated and trembled through them mutually. Warmly. “Wow. A storm. Cool……….Guess we excited the whole fucking cosmos, eh?” “Just means we’ve got something special, sweetness, you and me……….We’ve got that lightning-bolt kinda love.” “Yeah. I can dig that.” “Me too.” The End